So here is another chapter! It's in Don's POV. Ok and I'm sorry if he's a little out of character. Just the way I wanted to write this, he had to be a little out of character. If that makes sense...Anyways... still hope you like it!

What the hell was taking her so long? It sure as hell didn't twenty minutes to go to the bathroom! I'd already knocked three times and all she replied with was some mumbo jumbo that made no damn sense. I let it go the first three times but now this was getting ridiculous. Twenty minutes had passed. Twenty minutes! Did she fall into the toilet or something? I decided to go check on her, hoping to god she hadn't and was decent, when I jiggled the doorknob and...it was locked. I let out a curse. Of course. So my only option was to knock, harder and louder than before. This time she replied with, "My tampons stuck!" I opened my mouth once, closed it, opened it again. "o-ok I'll just be out here." Megan should be doing this. Not me. She was a woman and Jackie was a woman. They both were women. Megan should be here.

Just as I was about to go get her, I saw it. In front of a cubicle on the left side of the office, a tall balding man (dressed in a FBI uniform) drew a Glock 23 pistol from the waistband of his pants and then in slow motion, raised it, pointed it, and fired four times. It took five seconds before he was shot in the chest three times and collapsed. It took twenty seconds for the FBI office to suddenly become a war zone. Half of the room was suddenly turning on the other half.

It took thirty seconds for me to draw my gun and kick open the bathroom door. I burst in there, don't think I didn't notice how she jumped and had that face as if she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar, and before I could say anything my attention was immediately drawn to the open window. I stared at it for a few seconds, then my stare switched to her. She simply shrugged. I cursed but grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the bathroom door. She stopped short and I knew she was staring at the battle going on. Minutes ago it was calm and now... People were being shot at, the whole office was torn apart, and in the center of the room were about four or five dead bodies. Suddenly a bullet whizzed past me and I realized we had to duck for cover. So I pushed her to the ground, dropping down beside her, and waved over towards the nearest empty cubicle. She could hide under the desk and I could use the wall divider as a shield. Jackie started crawling towards the cubicle, me not far behind. When we reached it she immediately took residence under the desk and I looked from behind the wall divider to see what was going on. To see if any of my colleagues, my friends, were part of the five dead, and to see if I had a clear shot for the sons of bitches that started this mess.